Once, a dedicated crusading assistant district attorney, Barbara barely managed to survive the murder of her fiancé and the brutal
assault that followed. Stabbed multiple times and left for dead by her assailants, Barbara was lying in the filth of a back street
alley slowly bleeding out when a Good Samaritan saved her life, a man of mystery. In the months that followed this mysterious man
healed her wounds, taught her how to fight and taught her how to win but most of all he taught her the dark eroticism of vengeance. Then,
as mysteriously as he appeared he was gone, his final gift to her, the razer-sharp “Rapier of Vengeance”.

Today, the sweet, lovable but fatally innocent Barbara is gone. Now all that remains is an uncompromising force of vengeance and
retribution, the infamous super heroine Dark Vixen.

Thanks to an unexpected anonymous tip I finally had all the information I needed to penetrate the ultra-secret headquarters of Gotham’s League of
Villains, a place known only as the Citadel of Evil.

My unknown informant provided not only the Citadel’s suspected location, a vast bunker complex located beneath the burned out remains of stately
Dwayne Manor high in the hills overlooking Gotham, but detailed information concerning the Citadel’s security.

Slipping silently through the woods I carefully made my way past the Citadel’s outer ring of intrusion sensors, carefully slipping past the roving
patrols of evil henchman toward to the estates overgrown ruins. It was dark and quiet, perhaps just a little too quite, as I slipped steadily closer
to the ruins of Dwayne Manor.

As it turned out her Dark Vixen instincts were correct, it more than just a little too quite. She never saw the thermal sensor or the hidden tranquilizer gun
it triggered, only the sudden sharp sting in the cheek of her shapely ass as that tranquilizer dart hit.

After that, things quickly became more than a little fuzzy, I remember pulling that dart out my posterior even as an overwhelming wave of dizziness hit me,
struggling to reach out my hand to steady myself against the crumbling vine covered wall, than darkness.

Dark Vixen awoke to discover she was disarmed and nude, an oversized ball gag filling her mouth and her body tightly secured to the cold steel arms of a diabolical torture
table. Worst of all, she was utterly helpless before one of the most evil members of Gotham’s League of Villains, the Crimson Contessa.

Making a few last minute adjustments, the Crimson Contessa smiled darkly as she noticed that her latest victim was finally awake, “Good evening Dark Vixen, comfy? Oh I know,
bare skin, cold steel, and don’t bother to try talking your way out the obscenely painful demise I’m preparing for you, I promise that the oversized ball gag stuffed in your
mouth will stifle any desperate last minute pleas for mercy.”

As Dark Vixen watched helplessly, the Contessa casually reached toward the control panel and pulled one of the panel’s levers as a high pitched electric whine began to ominously
emanate from somewhere beneath Dark Vixen’s obscenely stretched thighs.

Sensing the sudden fear in Dark Vixen’s eyes, the sound of sadistic amusement was unmistakable in the Crimson Contessa’s voice, “That sound your hearing is your impending doom, the
aptly named Drill of Death. Part drill, part cruelly sadistic sex toy, the Drill of Death will rip out your reproductive organs and guts in a delightfully messy explosion of blood
and gore. You could ask Danger Girl’s opinion, but sadly, like you’re about to discover, Danger Girl found the Drill of Death to be an obscenely fatal experience.”

Dark Vixen could see the look of sadistic anticipation in the Crimson Contessa’s eyes as she reached up and pulled a second lever, “So Dark Vixen, in a few moments the sharp tip of
the Drill of Death will start to advance toward your crotch, I’d say you have about 60 seconds left, so imagine what it’s going to feel like as that Drill rips though your crotch and
sinks deep into your guts as it brutally rips your insides out, before you experience it firsthand.”

Leaning over the Crimson Contessa left a dark red lipstick kiss on Dark Vixen’s cheek as she whispered, “Normally Dark Vixen this is the moment when I’d retire to the Citadel’s control
room and content myself with watching your final moments of life in all their agonizingly gruesome glory on the live 3D video feed. It seems that after I used the Drill of Death to
butcher my third super heroine in as many weeks, the League of Villains management simply refused to pay for any more of my dry cleaning bills.”

Pausing to wipe a trickle of saliva from Dark Vixen’s cheek the Crimson Contessa reached down and inserted her saliva moistened fingers deep into heated tightness of Dark Vixen’s
vagina. Staring into Dark Vixen’s look of surprise the Crimson Contessa smiled darkly as she slowly twisted her fingers within Dark Vixen’s already aroused sex, “So is it me, or exactly
when did, being masochistic pain slut with a death wish, become part of the job description for valiant crime fighting super heroines?”

Hearing the sudden gasp of erotic embarrassment in Dark Vixen’s eyes the Crimson Contessa continued, “Sad isn’t it? Only now in the final moment of you pitiful existence, you finally
managed to embrace your darky masochistic nature.”

The Crimson Contessa could feel Dark Vixen’s vaginal walls contracting around her fingers as she continued, “It’s sad really, you’re the first super heroine to actually make it all the
way to the Citadel’s secret entrance. And by the way, you shouldn’t feel betrayed. The former League of Villains henchman who sold you the Citadel security information deserted his post
long before the thermal sensor controlled tranquilizer guns were installed.”

Smiling at the look of shock on Dark Vixen’s face as she suddenly forced her entire fist as deep as possible into Dark Vixen’s sex the Crimson Contessa continued, “Just think, if that
traitor had waited just a few more weeks before deserting you’d have known about those thermal sensor controlled tranquilizer guns. Perhaps instead of you doomed to this tortuously
diabolical fate we’d be standing here with the sharp blade of your “Rapier of Vengeance” buried deep in my guts. Perhaps that’s the profound difference between us, you still deny your darky
masochistic nature while I as an evil villainous happily embrace mine.”

Pausing to lick Dark Vixen’s arousal from her fingers the Crimson Contessa smiled darkly, “I think tonight I’m going to pay my own dry cleaning bill, and watching you screaming as you
die will be more than worth the cost. Well that, and the bonus I get for being there as you die in agony as the star in the Citadel’s latest super heroine snuff film.”

Author’s note, the problem with the whole super heroine vs. villain storyline, whether it’s in books, comics or movies, there always seems to be an endless supply of villains. The ugly truth,
to survive the super heroine has to win every single time. For evil to win, she just has to lose once...